Laborers Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Laborers

I was in Staples,
They received,
My papers.

Then asked me:
"Sign here,
‘Staples is free,
Is not responsible,
If anything happens! '"

The poor things,
Need the job,
Work, labor,
Dig graves,
For others,
And themselves,
Just to serve,
Their masters! ! !

They remain,
Unaware,
The masters,
Are vultures,
Though smile,
Foxy wait,
And plan,
To milk the,
Customers!

In your life,
Be honest,
Think again.

Do not sell,
Your friends,
Or any client.

The masters,
Are foxes,
Are vultures,
Vampires…